G.18

I pray to God, I'm on my knees, a tear drops, so helplessly.. Do you hear me, I'm all alone, I'm fetal proned, please help solve my pleas.. Confused and numb, this face won't show, reclused and glum, my feelings stowed.. No family, no friends, no supporting cast of characters, they won't amend.. I've built myself from I, no others guide, each strife I take is a head on collide.. If you hear me give me strength to plow ahead, for this body has been through hell and back, my scar runs red.. For every rejection, neglect, and dread, I'm thankful for Sokkomany, she motivates and propels this head.. If you feel me God, take my pain and anguish, diminish the thoughtless thoughts and drain away agony, let it vanquish..